Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

OO1 ~ Start

'You're ridiculous, {y/n}! How could you even think that he is going to read it? The guy has other things to do. Better things than reading dumb fanmail' To say your friend is supportive of your plan is well, not at all. 'Could you stop judging me? He needs to know what he did for me.. I'm not letting you talk it out of my head. The fact that you want to is already hurtful to me. I'm not trying to stop you from doing anything you like' You sigh, grabbing your laptop and opening word. 'Fuck, {Y/n}! Listen to yourself! And be realistic for a second! What makes you think he is going to read it anyway? It will never reach his house! Trust me, I went through this.. At age fourteen and even then I thought it was ridiculous but I also had the same mind set as you back then. I never got anything back. Not even my poster I asked her to sign. I can't believe you're doing this now, at this age' You're blocking out any form of negativity at the moment and type away your letter. How are you even going to start? 'Dear Tom? Or Hi there. No. You'll stick with the Dear Tom. Sounds nice.

'Well, figure it out by all means but I'm taking off! I'll leave you in your little world' Your friend is grabbing her bag and you tell her bye before going back to your letter. This man, this particular man has become so important to you over the past few years. You never knew it was possible to feel so much for a man that doesn't even know you excist and who also happens to be eightteen years older than you. Your parents think you're a fool for loving a famous person and your friend thinks it's dumb to actually write him but you feel the need to and no one is going to stop you.

You type your letter in an evening, printing it out and checking it over a few hundred times before putting it in an envelope and pressing a stamp on it. He once mentioned on Twitter that he would answer everyone.. It will take time of course because your friend was right about one thing. He is a busy man and has better things to do. You decide to bring the letter to the mail box the next morning because it has gotten late already and you don't feel like going outside anymore. It's dark and dangerous. Plus, there is a rumour about a rapist going round the neighbourood and you don't want to become his next victim.

You place the envelope with your letter in it on your desk, writing the address on it as well before changing for bed. Your thoughts are running wild about possible scenarios that could happen once he reads your letter. Would he write back or would he send you a message on social media, would he want to meet you? The last one seems highly unlikely but you never know.. Besides, one can dream.

After brushing your teeth and wiping your make-up off your face, you throw yourself on your bed. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel your body relax onto the soft mattress. You softly tug the covers over you while rolling to your side. If only he would be younger, or less famous.. A thought whispers before you fall asleep.

You wake up late in the morning, feeling excited to mail your letter. Maybe a little too excited but you just need a way to reach out. Otherwise you will regret it. You have breakfast and get yourself presentable before going to the nearest mail box. A moment there you hesitate but you get through with it. There is no turning back now. Besides, you have wanted to do this for so freaking long! What is the absolute worst that could happen? It won't be that bad now, would it? He won't post it to social media with a caption that says what a ridiculous letter a fan wrote him, making his entire fanbase laugh at you.

Heading back home, you watch how a pregnant woman passes you by. She seems due soon. A smile is plastered on your lips which she notices and smiles back at you. What a miracle it is, pregnancy. How could a living human being grow inside of you. Such a well designed system.
You can't look into the future but how wonderful would it be to expect a baby? Who knows if that will be soon.. You don't have a boyfriend so it might take a while.